Who Dares Kill My Si Wenming's People?

"Lord Di Sha, your judgment was correct."

Standing atop the metal centipede, the Yu Clan nobles smiled and nodded at Di Sha.

"That burst of firelight truly possessed power above that of a Witch King. But they can use such a magical artifact at most once or twice. Now, they can no longer activate it!"

Holding an exquisite rapier, Di Sha smiled and pointed toward Cold Creek Valley. "Everyone, that is the mine. Do you see it? That river flowing with golden light. Such treasures should naturally belong to noble people like us. How can we allow them to fall into the hands of barbarians?"

"Indeed!"

"I second that!"

At the sight of Cold Creek Valley's flashing golden light, the eyes of the Yu Clan's Three-eyed Ghosts turned green with envy.

"Then... issue the order. Attack!"

With a clang, Di Sha drew his sword and pointed it at Cold Creek Valley, shouting, "Sweep away the enemy before us!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Their battle cries shook the heavens!

Fifty thousand armored soldiers and a thousand metal spiders advanced with heavy steps, crushing their way toward Cold Creek Valley.

One lavishly decorated banner after another rose over the formation: the emblem of High Tower Blood Moon, the emblem of High Tower Lightning, the emblem of High Tower Blood Eye...

More than a hundred banners in all represented the family crests of every Yu Clan noble watching from atop the metal centipedes.

"Damn it! These alien devils have come to take advantage of the chaos too!"

Everyone in Cold Creek Valley ground their teeth in fury.

Yet... they had just endured a great battle and were already exhausted. Now they faced alien devils even stronger than their previous enemies. This battle was bound to be exceptionally difficult.

In truth, everyone knew they were